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He demonstrated, pressing them close until he’d created a snug channel and the phantom ache of her body missing what he’d promised, shot straight to her core.
“Yes,” she panted.
She thought she would come out of her body as desire pooled thick between her thighs. His chest rose and fell with effort, as if he’d just run a marathon and the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her leg. He ground it against her, and she hummed low in her throat.
That’s how much he wanted her. And recognizing the extent of that need turned her on even more.
She loved being intimate with him. He never thought about his own pleasure until hers had been achieved. Often multiple times. And because he took such good care of her heart, she felt comfortable doing things with him, to him, that she hadn’t done with anyone else before. He made her feel safe in her vulnerability.
With your body, you mean.
Enough!
She shoved all thought away and dove back into passion, something she could handle.
He kneaded her pussy through the fabric of her pants and the action sent a rush of moisture to meet his palm, as if he’d called it forth. He pressed hard and she met him, grind for grind, the sweet agony compelling her to arch off the couch, bound only by the weight of his body.
He slipped his fingers in the waistband of her pants and yanked them down, freeing one leg and settling it along his left hip. Whenhe released her other leg, he kissed its ankle and she fucking melted. Like a dropped ice cream cone on a summer sidewalk. Tenderly, she reached out and combed her fingers through his hair. He kissed her inner forearm before turning his attention to the scrap of red material covering her.
He toyed with the lacy band on her hip. “Is this what I think it is?”
She peered at him from beneath half-lowered lids. “It is if you think it’s a thong.”
“You’re killing me, love. I have to see.”
He flipped her over and slid his hands into the grooves of her hips, lifting them until they were high in the air and her face was pressed against the sofa.
He groaned deep in his throat. “Your ass is perfect.”
He stroked it, his touch gentle but firm. Her lashes fluttered and she hissed as he pressed wet kisses along each curvy cheek, nipping then soothing the sting with the pad of his tongue.
He pushed aside the strap of material nestled in her ass. The cool air teased her hot, swollen flesh and then his mouth was there and she screamed, grabbing a throw pillow to catch the sound before it was audible. His tongue worked her snatch with an expertise that would’ve made it difficult for her to remain on her knees if it weren’t for the steel band of his arm against her lower back.
A finger feathered between her creases and then two long digits slid inside and she bucked.
“Your pretty pussy is so greedy. I wish you could see how much it wants my finger.”
His breath titillated her folds, his words teased her mind. His fingers thrust in and out of her drenched channel, and, unable to remain still, she fucked them, wanting everything he could give her and more.
Like his mouth.
“So sweet,” he murmured. “Do you know how much I missed you? Missed this? I need it like the air I breathe and the food I eat. It’s essential to my survival. I can’t live without you, I merely exist.”
He sped up, the velocity of his words matching his motions.
“You know I’m only getting started, yeah? I’m going to make you come at least two more times before I fuck you. Before I claim what’s mine.”
The pads of his finger scraped her G spot, his tongue sucked her clit, and the tingling started low in her belly before spreading up and out. She raced to meet it, tightening her pelvic muscles, drawing it forth—
She screamed into the pillow, as bliss totally consumed her, the rapture on the right side of unbearable. She collapsed on the sofa, breathing hard, as another involuntary shiver racked her body. He fell on top of her, his clothes scraping her sensitized skin, his cock pressed hard against her ass.
“Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll never tire of it,” he said softly, kissing the curve of her shoulder.
In the aftermath of her orgasm, his tenderness was almost her undoing. She closed her eyes.
Easier to share your heart and your body than your soul.
Oh, shut the fuck up!
